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“These potatoes also weigh two pounds. So, do you reckon it’s your scale that’s inaccurate, or are you attempting to hoodwink us?”

Panicked, the butcher’s eyes darted around as he mopped his brow. He surreptitiously removed a small magnet from under the scale, his hand resting innocently on its side.

“Alright, I’ll re-weigh it for you. I don’t want to be wrongfully accused,” he said, visibly agitated.

He placed the potatoes on the scale, and they weighed exactly two pounds.

Sporting a triumphant grin, he feigned innocence. “See, the scale is perfect. You were mistaken…”

Loraine acted swiftly, swapping the potatoes for the meat on the scale.

and a half

Instead, she set down the meat, seized

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You are so elegantly dressed that you hardly seem to be financially strapped! Why harass a small

targeted Loraine’s petite figure, and he

attempt. Instead, a powerful hand secured the butcher’s wrist, squeezing

it’s painful!” he cried out

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from the tight grip that held his wrist Like

see! These rich folks are trying to cheat me and even resort to violence!” The butcher’s desperate plea

onlookers began to gather, their eyes scanning the

them were some nosy elderly folks, muttering speculations about the